Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Four: The Sun Sets Over the Base

Sunset yawned, then tried to look back down at her breakfast. It was great, like last night's dinner, but she was really tired. The last mission, only four of them had survived, and that didn't mean that anyone would survive this one if there really were infected on board.

"Hey, you awake?" Winger asked her, nudging her back into reality. "I kind of need you to be awake so that you don't make me stay here for the rest of the morning. I would feel bad if I had to wake you up."

"Mhm," Sunset replied, half-heartedly sipping some orange juice. The lights were a bit bright. "Okay, I'm awake. Sort of. What do we have to do today?"

As if on cue, the commander wandered over to their table and plugged her tablet into Winger's, then Sunset's. Task list.

Sunset and Winger looked at each other, then back at the commander. It wasn't like they didn't like them, but they were really mysterious and just all-around an interesting person. Sunset wasn't even sure if they had talked to the captain or if they were just assigned to be the first officer.

The moment that Sunset's tasks were uploaded, the commander left their table, heading off towards where Petri and Cinnabar were having a what-seemed-to-be-awkward conversation with Clasher.

"Clasher," Sunset said, "doesn't that sound like a strange name?"

Winger shrugged. "'Winger' is a strange name too, but you don't mind."

"Yeah, because you're an awesome partner," Sunset said, scoffing, "but I suppose you do have a point." She stood up and gently kissed his forehead. "I'm going to get a head start on those tasks. And see the status of Communications. See you later?"

Winger nodded.

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"By all the stars, who was the previous Communications Officer here?" Sunset grumbled, fiddling with the wires. "At this rate, that crew might as well have demolished all the task sites, with how this is."

As Sunset continued to mutter about how the last Communications Officer must have done their job, she failed to notice the distressed sounds coming from the person behind her. She failed to realize the danger of having that person in such proximity to her, and failed to turn around in time as a fist slammed into the meticulously-fixed transmitter and strong hands—tentacles?—wrapped around her neck.

She only had time to fix her expression from one to fear to betrayal and hurt before her head was jerked sharply to the side, and with a stab of pain, everything went black.

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"So, hang on, you're saying that the different..." Forte trailed off, trying to think. The beeping of MedBay helped somewhat. "I thought that it was the opposite in class."

"It could always be that way, but in this case we're in space, which means that all of our treatments have to be altered in order to combat the-" Cinnabar trailed off, then facepalmed. "Has Petri died? I do not want to spend the rest of my life rattling off facts like that poindexter."

Forte rolled his eyes, glad that the tint of the visor mostly prevented anyone from seeing the other's facial expressions. "I think you would have bigger things to worry about if your cousin was killed."

Cinnabar paused, as if she was thinking. Then she went back to measuring out doses of painkiller and replied, "Yeah, my uncle would kill me. And he would give you guys the tut-tut face and grumble about paperwork and family and then kill you guys too."

"Yeesh..." Forte said, shuddering. "You're uncle... has a tough way to show love..."

"You should see what happened at one of the family gatherings," Cinnabar said, shrugging. "He came up to my dad and-"